The darkness bows its head and kneels before the light. Green is about to overcome the loneliness of white and darkness. The pain of birth makes its way through the cold and separation. And the renewal of life triumphs over death. The bare branches are covered with buds and hope. The air is filled with the fragrance of innocence, temptation, sin and sadness. Everything is flesh and longing.
My green eyes awaken from the loneliness of the long winter, and tenderness is about to flood the world with immense expectation. The ice melts, and the sound of the falling drops releases the disappointments that have accumulated through the cold season. Lonely pieces of ice drift down the river, melting beneath the sun's rays to make way for the whispering willows and the green eyes that will heal every broken heart. The sun's rays dry the tears in my green eyes and fill them with laughter and enchantment. And the raindrops count the moments until our meeting.
Life is woven from brief moments. Moments between birth and death. Moments between the intoxication of love and separation. And moments of pain when we become too close and too vulnerable to one another. My green eyes are like a magnet for you. They fascinate you and draw you towards magical lands that you long to visit. And you are torn between remaining whole, unharmed and lonely, or taking the risk and allowing your heart to be broken at last. Because after green comes the deep blue of the sea, towards which the green eyes will eventually fly away from you. Blossoms awakened by love merge harmoniously with the young green leaves, and you choose the brief moments of happiness over the endless moments of loneliness. To rise. To grow.
You search for me among the colours of spring and the fragrances of awakening life. You seek me in order to understand both life and yourself.
You search for me in the freedom and purity of white, which, like spring snow, has covered the horizon. And there you find white moments of victory and defeat.
You search for me in the pink blossoms of the peach tree, which, like innocence and virginity, awaken faith in purity. And there you find gentle pink moments that make you believe in the green eyes.
You search for me in the sweet fragrances of longing and unfulfilled expectations. And there you find me in the lilac dreams where the green eyes dwell.
You search for me in the red of the roses, filling the air with the illusion that you will discover the romance of eternal love. And there you find scarlet moments of passionate pain.
You search for me in the life-giving dance of the bees, eager to unite with the flowers and drink from the nectar of life. And there you find me in the nectar itself.
You search for me in the green with which the divine Artist has painted the world. And there you find me in green itself—as a promise, as a beginning, as an invitation to temptation and sin.
You search for me in the flight of the young birds circling through the air, intoxicated by madness and by the sound of violins with which the musicians fill the air in honour of the green eyes. And there you find me in the cosy nests of love, where all living creatures have paired beneath the pink and green branches and shrubs.
You find me in the multiplication of flesh and spirit, when the soul is carried into endless ecstasy and flight, freed from the chains of society and from the pretence of the crowd.
I am life. I am the song of the birds, the green element, the eternal woman, the fragrant flowers. I am the awakening life that unfolds outside and leaves no one untouched. I am the tender green colour, as tempting as a woman and as eternal as life itself. I am the carefree new beginning. I am the pure laughter that still has no memory of pain.
And you find me sitting quietly among the branches of the green clouds like a dream that is about to fly away. Inspired by the irresistible urge of life multiplying itself, you are ready to cross the safe boundaries of your dreams and follow the magic of the green eyes.
Outside, life celebrates an erotic and joyful awakening. Outside, there is love and green magic. Like spring in my green eyes. Like spring in your wide-open eyes, filled with admiration. A choir of divine violins blesses the creation of life and our silent meeting.
The green of the eyes is about to dissolve into the burning magic of summer, where flesh and the pain of summer's glow fill the world with passion and suffering, where everything becomes a solemn journey towards moments of immortality.
(Elena S. Lyubenova)
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